The Space Between Who I Was and Who I’m Becoming

There is a version of me I can still feel,but no longer reach. She lingers in small things—in the way I almost respond to my own name,in the reflex of old habits that don’t quite fit anymore,in memories that feel closer than they should. Not gone.Not here.Just… suspended. I don’t think people talk enough about …

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